1. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by the murmuring stream. Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream! 2. Thou stock dove whose echo resounds from the hill, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
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